Despite the noise and commotion, it must be said that Saraso's makeup skills are truly amazing, even magical.
Every area touched by a finger emitted visible light, not like graffiti, but rather a result of the angel's own energy altering the color of its body.
Moreover, the technique is very natural. The angels don't even need to think for themselves. They just need to follow the guidance and remember the feeling, and they can change instantly the next time.
This kind of "makeup-like" transformation is much more realistic and has a much higher quality than simply observing the changes in the statue.
After all, statues are rather abstract; having a photograph would actually make things simpler, allowing the angels to change on their own.
Sarazo is widely recognized as a talented artistic demon, and his craftsmanship is indeed superb.
According to publicly available information, angels themselves are not particularly adept at transformation, but they possess high energy sensitivity and divine attributes.
He is one of the more suitable beings to role-play as "Roxevis," aside from those at the level of true gods.
Netizens only learned today that a high-ranking angel is playing the role of a god in the Dalos Empire. Many know that it's rumored that powerful figures from various races fiercely competed for this role.
Unexpectedly, the one who got the spot was an unassuming angel. He wasn't even one of the more well-known figures like Michael or Gabriel; he was probably a shut-in from another dimension called "Heaven."
There are so many comments from all over the world in live streaming rooms nowadays, but due to technological advancements, many computer terminals are no longer simply screens like they used to be.
Instead, it will split the screen into many virtual screens in all directions, making the screen itself wider and providing dedicated split screens to display the bullet comments.
With viewers all over the world watching, the bullet comments can be selected by region and country; otherwise, the bullet comments will clog the split screen, and there will be no need to read the text, just a blank white screen.
Soon, in the makeup space, a majestic being appeared with silver-white skin, mysterious stripes all over its body and face, and an aura of holiness.
The angel snapped his fingers, and the blue crystal wings behind him instantly vanished into light. At the same time, a simple yet sophisticated linen robe covered his entire body, and his hair also turned silver, appearing as if he had been immersed in a deep space dotted with stars.
The number of bullet comments increased instantly.
"Holy crap! I turned around to grab a jelly, and suddenly he's a completely different person!"
"Damn it, me too, I just went to buy a pack of cigarettes."
There were many similar comments, and some people couldn't stand it.
"In the New Earth era, magic, psychic powers, and supernatural talents are prevalent. Watching a high-quality program requires undivided attention. I've been holding in my poop for an hour, and I clearly saw the changes just now. Only a few seconds were crucial!"
"James Chen Duxiu, please sit down, or you can go take a dump."
"Continuing from upstairs, if you don't want to poop, I can go buy you an orange."
Some foreign netizens with international bullet comments enabled could understand the literal meaning through AI translation, but they couldn't understand some of the jokes in the bullet comments from Chinese netizens. Many people also asked in the bullet comments, "Why do you know that person is called James Chen Duxiu?"
Why should someone buy oranges if they don't want to poop?
"I just figured out what it means to own a dog, and why you Chinese people have so many creative online comments?" and so on.
However, the number of comments quickly decreased because the main event was about to begin.
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The capital planet of the Dalos Empire, the Western Shining Protestant Forest Temple.
On the high platform, the priests and devout believers, led by the High Priest of Bama, began to loudly recite the New Westminster Bible. The 100,000 believers gathered below, whether by choice or by coercion, also joined in the loud recitation.
Under the influence of the 3D music projection, the sounds emanating from more than 100,000 mouths were melodious and powerful.
Even His Majesty the Emperor of the Dalos Empire, watching from the depths of the palace, had to admit that there was indeed a certain sacredness to this situation.
After the newly compiled Gospels and Sacrifice were read, a full five hours had passed. High Priest Bama then read the sacrificial prayers to the sky alone.
Meanwhile, most netizens on Earth were drowsy and kept complaining about how long it hadn't finished.
The old priest was already in his seventies, a man of the Dallos, and his lifelong unwavering faith had never brought him closer to the true God than it had today.
He, who used to only dare to do it secretly, was exceptionally excited today.
"Great true god Lochsevis, the people of Dalos have never ceased to believe in you!"
“The patterns you have given us are always present in our blood and genes; this is a testament to your blessings upon us.”
The high priest of Bama, who insisted on not using amplification equipment, had already started panting after reading just two lines of prayer. He had been reading the Xi Hui Bible for 5 minutes straight without slacking off, and his physical strength had reached its limit.
In addition, since they haven't eaten since the beginning, the other Dalos followers and even other priests have been injected with high-energy nutrients.
However, as the highest leader of the New Westphalian Church, the High Priest of Bama had to set an example. He believed that reciting prayers required physical cleanliness, so he insisted on practicing after taking a bath in the morning and refused to receive any nutrient injections.
He can now recite the prayers on his own, but due to exhaustion and excessive excitement, he has begun to feel slightly dizzy.
The priests nearby noticed this and, worried, wanted to come up and help him, but the High Priest of Bama raised his hand to stop him. He had already regarded this day as the pinnacle of his lifelong faith.
As an expert scholar with a high IQ, High Priest Bama is actually more intelligent than Inmarma believes.
At this moment, he had a smile on his face, with the Xi Hui Praise hanging on his chest and the Xi Hui Bible in his arms.
He understood that this sacrificial ceremony was less a matter of having little hope of invoking the gods and receiving a response, and more a matter of having no possibility at all.
Can we rely solely on these 100,000 false believers? Obviously not.
The true God is not an actor; He will not appear just because the audience calls for Him. The true God does not need to please the audience, and even during the peak of faith, the true God would not do so.
But he still made sure to put on a show of confidence, making promises to Inmar, Risop, and even His Majesty the Emperor.
What he wanted was not actually to receive a response from the true God through this, but simply for a possibility, for the future of the Xihui faith.
Even if His Majesty the Emperor detests divine authority, after this incident, he will at least retain some of the Western Radiance sect's beliefs, and may even have planted some seeds within the imperial bureaucracy.
It is unlikely that a true rupture, the extinction of faith, will ever occur again, as was the case at the end of ancient Dalos.
'My Lord, this is the only thing I can do for you. I hope you will not abandon the people of Dalos!'
After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Bama continued to recite the prayer at his loudest possible volume.
"Heaven will forever reside on the western side of the world of Dalos, where the light of the true God shines forth. Millions of years from now, the followers of the West will gather once more. My Lord, the supreme being named Loxevius, will you still respond to us?!"
Tears welled up in the eyes of the High Priest of Bama.
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